"I came," she said, "because your land is black,dry as lava dust and spent as foam."

No medicine woman. I observed Nordic blue eyse--perhaps from Minnesota--this one whose presence affected Seasons.

"I fell a long way at Chicen Itza."

In my mind, at her far look, I saw smooth limestone walls, the deep Cenote, felt the cold film of water close over, as bones relinquished their clawing hold and accepting, settled down.

"A virgin, held for sacrifice, bound to the conviction--give the pure to Chac."

"How?" remembering Mayan's God of Rain--"You live now!"

"You doubt me, Senor?" she whsipered, as the first breeze rustled her leaf-like hair, and from nowhere, tear-drops of sreaning water hit the ground! 

JOANZ